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Oct. 20th, 2008

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Library Love

A few days ago I was inspired to write a tribute to our town library after meeting some of the Class of 2K8 classof2k8 authors, including Ellen Booraem, whose book, The Unnameables is just out. When Ellen http://ellenbooraem.blogspot.com/ told me she lives in Brooklin, Maine, my heart beat hard at the mention of the town where E.B. White wrote Charlotte’s Web. She tells me the barn is still standing, and yes, I’d love to wander in and take a sniff. But the library where his wife Katherine White donated children's books: that must be something very special, too.

Of course every library is a treasure, and I'd love it if others post about their libraries, too. Here’s ours, not the best ever photo, but I had to get those pine cones that some child or elf lined up on the rock. I didn't do it, really! I do wish I’d been around to watch.




When I helped with the library book sale last month, someone told me about dear memories of former librarian Ena Cane, who dressed in red in December, lit a log in the fireplace, and welcomed patrons with hot chocolate. Our library puts up plaques of retired librarians, and here’s hers.



I passed her grave stone on a recent walks. It was the angel cradling a bird that caught my eye: then I saw the books engraved in the stone above the lilies-of-the-valley gone by.




While this cemetary is usually quiet, of course when I came back on Saturday with my camera, two local men were fixing the fence around it. One seemed to hope I was coming to take their picture. Which I probably should have, but was bent on my mission. Paul, who helped excavate the foundation of our house many years ago, kept hammering as he said, “I told them I like blowing things up, not fixing things. I told them I’m 72, how many more times are they going to ask me to fix this fence? This is my third time.” My bet is he’ll be back.

Here's a view of the cemetary from the distance. Paul also told me of a relative whose family has a site on the border complaining, "I don't want to buried by a tobacco barn!" Even if it is a pretty yellow one.